Second Helping lyrics

(Ed King - Ronnie Van Zant - Gary Rossington)
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes
Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue

(Ronnie Van Zant - Gary Rossington)
Ain't no need to worry
Ain't no use to cry
'Cause I'll be comin' home soon
To keep you satisfied
You know I get so lonely
That I feel I can't go on
And it feels so good inside, baby
Just to call you on the telephone
I said...
[Chorus:]
Oh baby, I love you
What more can I say
Oh baby, I need you
I miss you more everyday
I woke up early this morning

(Gary Rossington - Ronnie Van Zant)
Well everytime that I come home nobody wants to let me be
It seems that all the friends I got just got to come interrogate me
Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by
But I don't ask you about your business, don't ask me about mine
Well its true I love the money and I love my brand new car

Seven years of hardluck are comin down on me
From the Florida border yeah up to Nashville Tennessee
I worked in every joint you could name mister every honkytonk
along come mister yankee slicker and said maybe you what i want

Want you to sign your contract
want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money workin for MCA

9000 dollars just sow to the wind

(Allen Collins - Ronnie Van Zant)
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store
Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew
Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care

(Ed King - Ronnie Van Zant)
Going down to the swamp
Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon
Well, I'm going down to the swamp
Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon
You know the hounddog make-a music
On a summer night under a full moon
Lord, fetch my cane pole mama
Gonna catch a bream or maybe two
Lord, fetch my cane pole mama
Gonna catch a bream or maybe two

(Ronnie Van Zant -- Allen Collins)
Thirty days, lord and thirty nights
I'm comin' home on an airplane flight
Mama waitin' at the ticket line
Tell me son why do you stand there cryin'
It was the needle and the spoon
And a trip to the moon
Took me away, took me away
I've been feelin' so sick and tired
Got to get better, lord before I die
Seven doctors couldn't help my head, they said

(Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant)
Well, I used to wake the mornin'
Before the rooster crowed
Searchin' for soda bottles
To get myself some dough
Brought 'em down to the corner
Down to the country store
Cash 'em in, and give my money
To a man named Curtis Loew
Old Curt was a black man
With white curly hair
When he had a fifth of wine
He did not have a care
He used to own an old Dobro

Like a restless leaf in the autumn breeze
Once I was a tumblin' weed
Like a rollin' stone, cold and all alone
Living for the day my train would come
I never cared for school or any golden rules
Papa used to always say I was a useless fool
So I left my home to show them thay was wrong
And headed out on the road singing my song
Then one sunny day. The man, he looked my way

My poor broke mama told me
When I was twelve years old
You eat and talk much too fast
There's one thing you should know
Take your time my sweet baby
Take your time my blue eyed son
Well you may never have his money
But you won't miss no rich man's fun
I can never give you money honey
I can never buy you clothes
But the way them women been lookin' at you

New York City is a thousand miles away And if you ask me, I'll tell you that's OK Now I'm not trying to put the big apple down 'Cause they don't need a man like me in town I pick cotton down on the Dixie line Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime But that's allright, that's OK by me 'Cause that's the way that it was meant to be Big city, hard times don't bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy